Of Montreal

[fox69]

"Imbecile Rages"

"Imbecile Rages"


Your folks they are
Such lovely people
I can't understand
Where you came from
How long can it possibly take for
One to realize
That the dream is over
How many more nights
Must you just humiliate yourself?
The pollution from your imbecile rages
Is licking at your heels
Blotting red streaks across the desert of my eyes
I have no hope for you anymore
Oh
When you said to my woman at the show
That we were just desperately breathing life into a dead ghost
Do you really think these things you say
They won't get back to me
I guess you feel like you've got this lifetime pass
And you can be a dick and
It doesn't matter
But I'm through, yeah, I'm set free
And basically you're just dead to me
The pollution from your imbecile rages
Is licking at your heels
Blotting red streaks across the desert of my eyes
I have no hope for you anymore!

 

[fox69]

"In Dreams I Dance With You"

"In Dreams I Dance With You"


You remind me of a snowflake
That falls while comets hit the earth,
Destroying buildings and trees.
But you are so light in the air,
You never disrupt a thing.
Orenda, if you were here
I could walk through you,
Orenda.
In my bed at night I dream you're a ghost
That only cats can see.
Some nights you talk to me.
Some nights you sing me to sleep,
While moonlight showers the room.
Orenda, if you were here
I could walk through you,
Orenda.
In dreams I dance with you.
We dance the best in the kitchen.
While murderers and rapists surround the house.
We don't care,
Because our house is made of feathers.
They wouldn't dare.
In dreams I dance with you,
Though our bodies are made out of wood.

 

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"In The Army Kid"

"In The Army Kid"


Riding to the station on the bus
Cause I want to pick out some books
But Jen She's a librarian
and she hunts my butt to this day
Usually the bills make me stay
the night at banks so...

Sorry but you're just not my type
You know I'll walk you home anyway
Did you know I had a funny dream
and in it I was in the army

Riding to the station on the bus

Cause I want to pick out some books
But Jen She's a librarian
So it's time to get down spin on the ground
And say I want to turn the daytime into dusk
Or if you're very tired we can simply retire
and say I want to turn the nighttime into day

Sorry but you're just not my type
You know I'll walk you home anyway
Did you know I had a funny dream
and in it I was in the army.

 

[fox69]

"Inside A Room Full Of Treasure"

"Inside A Room Full Of Treasure"


There's a hole in my sock where my shoe always bites it
And that's gotta stop or else I'll feel foolish at the sock hop, yeah
The sacrament slouch neither guard is to paint in ceramic[?]
My name's marcus and I'm a martian mime
Well, of course I'm a mime
Where do you think I got this group of scottish trees and not a brick from brown government buildings
There's a cloud in my clock where the seconds always chide it
And that's got to stop if I'm going to ride aboard the herbivore, yeah
Whose hourglass fingers' look stung through the mask
My name's cassius and I've metamorphosized
Into a nosy guest talking dresses made of pheasant [?] from ninety feet down gazebo and a red saber condom's horseman[?]
There's a glare from my smock where a cardinal ate his shadow
And that's got to stop if I'm going to garnish an acorn souffle
The clowns kneeled down and prayed at the [?]
Away after first giving them back their bombs so they can
Swallow each others [?] faces once again
Once again
There's an "oh my" in "my goodness"
Genuflecting as in battle
And that's gotta stop if I'm going to convert a bouncing sean marshall

 

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"Internecine Larks"

"Internecine Larks"


When we met in the kitchen it was like kissing a statue
Then I knew that I could be a lesser Pygmalion
Although the dream was sad it was nice to see you again
In the way before we were close enough to be enemies, my friend

Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again

It is so circuitous and there is no literal terminal station
I know that he exists because I saw the Christmas gong that he gave you

Hung adult burnt white from youthful
Internecine larks
I pull the burrs from your fur coat
So happy I could die
You knowing that it's just a game takes all of the fun away
Oh, the gamelan blows
Did you go without saying goodbye?

Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again

The tyranny of no ideas, wallflower in Venn diagram palsy
Grass-eyed miscarriage and the stench of May queens in February effluvia

 

[fox69]

"Introduction For Isabel"

"Introduction For Isabel"


I'd like to introduce you now to Isabell Iam present owner of the Edward Iam wax
museum daughter of the comedic duo Dorothy and Edward. Do you remember them?
They accomplished mild success on the stages of the vaudeville theatres in
Blackpool and in London that was before the advent of Hollywood. When vaudeville
died and people stopped going to see them So they took out a loan and built a
big wax museum inside of an old abandoned vaudeville theatre. It was about this
time that Dorothy gave birth to their only child and named her Isabell and from
that day they were so happy and gay. Momma, papa and their sweet and thoughtful
treasured fair haired angel baby girl. Eventually a half a century passes we see
Edward in a wheel chair Dorothy in granny glasses and Isabell the proud
proprietor of the wax museum.
Wax Museum.
Isabell would you like to tell about the bell hidden inside your name.
Does it ring every time someone calls out Isabell?
Do you hear it when you run?
If it broke they'd yell out "Isa" instead of Isabell until you fixed your bell

 

[fox69]

"Ira's Brief Life As A Spider"

"Ira's Brief Life As A Spider"


All the baby spiders in the nursery
waving to each other clinging to their mothers
and smile at their dads
smile at their dads who say
Now that's a clever lad

One particular spider, who's parents had named Ira,
fell out of his mother's arms and became lost inside the giant insect hospital.
Since mother spiders give birth to so many babies at one time
it is exceedingly difficult to keep track of all of them
and sometimes a baby will get lost without it's mother ever being aware of its absence.
Ira was just such a case.
He crawled about for hours crying but his mother couldn't hear him for Ira was a mute.
This is where the story gets interesting.

He opened his mouth and discovered a lake in a crater on his tongue.
He was thirsty so he drank from the lake.
This proved to be a fatal mistake
as the lake was really a cake filled with poisonous snakes, and Ira died.

A nurse discovered dead baby Ira and sank with grief.
She gently lifted him up to her breast and carried him weeping to the head nurse
to see if any baby spiders had been reported missing.
The head nurse checked her missing baby spider file
and told her that No, no missing baby spiders have been reported.
The nurse holding dead baby Ira then asked if they could have a funeral for him.
The head nurse, being a very caring grasshopper,
agreed that that would be the proper thing to do.
So they dug a small hole near a yellow tulip, held a brief but moving requiem
and with great sadness buried baby Ira.

Miraculously, Ira was quickly reincarnated as a wild horse on the far off planet called Nearly.
on Nearly, wild horses hold the majority in the senate and Ira has discovered pudding.
His favorite is the kind without raisins.

All the baby spiders in the nursery
waving to each other clinging to their mothers
and smile at their dads
smile at their dads who say
Now that's a clever lad

 

[fox69]

"Island Life"

"Island Life"


Rubicund forms drying on the boy's prick or dare I say remotely lady of speaking bummer destruction?
Second to lone tribal trolls the fist of migrant hormones scything in pairs the will to piss their island life

King derelict outed shifty ranges and kinky drones no fetal sex traumas without revenge a boring execution climax of trinity maggot a hard death cosmetic like eel scented anti-christ christmas nark wanking mother defect

It frightens only feels snake-flayed commuter sawdust beached like bleached provincial murder, unmanned eidolons
And that's true mood tenses feeding gulls attack of ghetto breasts, vial teenage produce, wadded flames of nazi static

 

[fox69]

"Isn't It Nice?"

"Isn't It Nice?"


Isn't it nice living out in the country?
It's so nice for us to have a place
off in our own space with no one to mind

there's Old Cranky the elderly lady next door
who accuses us of burning down her barn
it's so different out here
one thing I've learned is that you never interfere
with Old Cranky's bales of hay
Isn't it nice living out in the country?
It's so nice for us to have a place
off in our own space with no one to mind

there's Larry our alcoholic neighbor at ten a.m.
asking for a ride to the liquor store
it's so different out here
one thing I've learned is that
you never buy Larry beer
or else he'll bug you everyday

it's a long and winding road to our house
so if you come to see us take it slow
take it slow anyway when you come
you will know why we stay so far
from the city lights
we don't miss a thing from the city
it's good to drop out you should try it
come take a walk at night it's so quiet
you should try it

there's Martin and his friend with the Thug Life tattoo
looking menacing while landscaping the lawn
it's so different out here
one thing I've learned is to be cautious of the deer
they don't care if they die

it's a long and winding road to our house
so if you come to see us take it slow
take it slow
anyway when you come you will know
why we stay so far from the city lights
we don't miss a thing from the city
it's good to drop out you should try it
come take a walk at night it's so quiet
you should try it

Isn't it nice living out in the country?
It's so nice for us to have a place

 

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"It's A Very Starry Night"

"It's A Very Starry Night"


It's a very starry night though the moons not very bright.
It's a very attractive sight this fair and starry night.
It's a very starry night watching barristers in flight see them disappear from sight on this fair
and starry night though I'm by myself I am not alone there are lots of little creatures
who call this their home and I am so loose I'm not afraid to say I don't know what is keeping my body from just floating away.
It's a very starry night watching solicitors in flight.
See them hovering like kites on this fair and starry night.
Though I'm by myself I am not alone.
There are lots of little creatures who call this their home
And l am so loose I'm not afraid to say.
I don't know what is keeping my body from just floating away.
It's a very starry night